The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Her hand on the metal makes her gasp. Through our bond, I feel what she senses–corruption pulsing beyond, concentrated and controlled.

“This is it.” Her voice holds grim certainty. “Whatever they’ve been doing… it’s behind here.”

The lock yields to my strength. The door swings open to reveal a sterile laboratory where science and nightmare

intersect.

Glass containment units line the walls, each holding creatures in various stages of mutation. Notebooks detail experiments in creating, controlling, and enhancing the corruption that turns normal wolves into twisted

monsters.

“Moon Goddess.” Sage’s horror floods our bond as she moves among the specimens. “These weren’t random mutations. They were deliberately engineered. Perfected.”

Garrett examines a computer terminal. “There are test records. Release sites. Observation data…” He looks up, face grave. “They’ve been using our territories as testing grounds. Tracking how the mutations spread, how wolves react to exposure.”

I move to another section where larger containment units stand. Inside each, a fully transformed mutant wolf- more advanced than any we’ve encountered. More controlled. More dangerous.

One of the creatures slams against its containment glass as I approach, its twisted form more evolved than those we’ve fought before. Intelligence gleams in eyes that should be feral. Recognition.

“It knows you,” Sage whispers, moving closer despite my protective growl.

The creature’s focus shifts to her, and the reaction is immediate – every mutant in the room erupts into frenzy, hurling themselves against their enclosures with such force that cracks appear in the reinforced glass.

“Back,” I order, pulling Sage behind me as the nearest container’s integrity fails. “Everyone back!”

Through our bond, I feel her shock as she processes what’s happening. “They’re not reacting to you,” she realizes. “They’re reacting to me. To my powers.”

She’s right. Every creature focuses on her with single–minded intensity – not attacking, but straining toward her as if drawn by some force we don’t understand.

“The corruption,” she breathes, her evolved abilities sensing connections I can’t. “It’s… responding to my healing energy. Like opposite poles of a magnet.”

One particularly massive specimen crashes repeatedly against its enclosure, its howls carrying something beyond animal rage. Almost like… communication.

“Moon Goddess,” Garrett whispers. “They’re trying to reach her specifically.”

Through our bond, Sage sends me what she’s sensing – these aren’t just mutated wolves anymore. They’re something engineered with purpose. Something created to hunt specific prey.

“They were designed to track healing abilities,” she says, her voice steady despite her horror. “To hunt wolves

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like me.”

“They were creating an army.” The realization hits like a physical blow. “But why? To what end?”

Sage stops before a final door, her powers reading what lies beyond before she even touches it. Through our bond, her horror and understanding flow together.

“It’s not just an army.” Her voice barely above whisper. “It’s about the corruption itself. About spreading it to target specific abilities.”

The final laboratory contains what looks like production equipment. Vats of writhing black corruption connected to refinement systems. Formulas for weaponizing the substance against different types of wolves.

And most damning–detailed research on healing abilities. On how to corrupt them specifically. The poison used on Sage was just the beginning.

“This wasn’t just about us.” She turns to me, face pale. “This is bigger. They’re developing ways to target any wolf with abilities they consider threatening.”

Through our bond, her realization crashes over me–this conspiracy reaches far beyond Cassius and Eris. Beyond politics or personal vendettas.

“We need to take all of this.” I gesture to the evidence surrounding us. “Every notebook, every computer. The council needs to see what’s been happening here.”

But even as warriors move to comply, I know this discovery is just the beginning. Through our bond, Sage’s certainty matches mine–we’ve uncovered the first layer of something far darker than we imagined. Something that threatens not just us, but the very future of our kind.

Just as my men are about to pack the last box, a cold voice from the doorway makes everyone freeze.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing in my territory?”